I haven't had to watch the TV news this week to know that the temperatures have been dropping considerably overnight. When I awake and stretch the next morning, my feet inevitably come into contact with a warm, immobile Jack Russell terrier, comfortably parked under the doona. Sometimes he doesn't even wait till I'm asleep before he gets into position.
Funnily enough, though, sometimes when Jack senses I'm awake, he slides down - serpent-like - onto his sheepskin rug on the floor beside the bed, and pretends that he's been there all night. Who's he trying to kid?